"Because..." Eames drawls, bringing his hands around to Arthur's hips like he's planning to try and jostle him back to bed, "I could stand to do this for a while."
"You're impossible," Arthur tells him, but the corner of his mouth is tugging into a smirk. It doesn't take long for him to say, "I'll stay," as he's leaning in for another quick kiss. It wouldn't have taken much to convince him anyway.
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